Dance of Ages

Piercing gazes in a smoky room
The whites of their teeth just show
Husky singing fills the dark, packed space
And luscious red lips pout and purse


Swaying gowns in a high ceilinged ballroom
Hooped dresses swish this way and that
Masked girls titter at little things
While their rosy lips smile benignly



Tiny skirts in a UV lit club
Drunkards swaying unsteadily on their feet
Girls with two inches of make-up flirt with random strangers
Their glossy lips seductive and knowing